Ah yes, those crazy little wing-ed (cuz it has to be said that way) bits of silliness and their teeny weeny voices.
That’s what my dad uses to dry his t-shirts.
I say this because he doesn’t care for the way I dry his shirts when I do laundry. They get too dry. So he opts for the gentle breaths of miniscule creatures as they toss and tumble his clothing in the air setting (which I didn’t even realize we had on the dryer until I got set straight). Things end up slightly less than sopping wet. From there, we stretch and hang his shirts.
Were that the fairies actually did the drying instead of wasting the electricity to run the dryer to NOT dry things.